The Doctor’s darkest hour has struck so often now that it feels like the boy who cried wolf. Things keep getting more and more ‘impossible’. And yet we’re no further forward in emotional terms. It’s dull. We’re on a downward spiral which shows no signs of heading back towards the light. [Moffat’s] Doctor is already a misogynistic, creepy, rude, inconsiderate, childish, often frightening, intimidating, untrustworthy, man. Do we really want him to get ‘darker’? We’re all hoping Capaldi can work his magic and revive the Doctor’s character, but how far can he manage to drag our hero back if the showrunner continues to push the Doctor further and further into the realms of ‘unlikeable’ and ‘typical moody white male protag’?
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Real “Tardis” Police Boxes in Glasgow, Scotland

Have you ever wondered what the deal is with Doctor Who’s Tardis? What is a Police Box anyway?

Police boxes were real and graced the streets of Britain from 1923 when the first one was built in Sunderland. They reached the streets of London from 1928. The purpose of their construction was so that Police officers could keep in touch with headquarters. Some were also for use by members of the public for calling the Police in the event of an emergency. While almost all of the original boxes are now gone, less than ten remain nationwide with most of them (like this one) on the streets of Glasgow, Scotland.

The Doctor: … And it was, it was beautiful. They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavour, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below, sworn never to interfere, only to watch. Children of Gallifrey were taken from their families at the age of eight, to enter the Academy. Some say that’s where it all began, when he was a child. That’s when the Master saw eternity. As a novice, he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the Untempered Schism. It’s a gap in the fabric of reality through which could be seen the whole of the vortex. We stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of Time and Space, just a child. Some would be inspired. Some would run away. And some would go mad. Oh, I dunno.
Martha: What about you?
The Doctor: Oh, the ones that ran away! I never stopped.

(The Tenth Doctor in “The sound of Drums”)

This dialogue was the first thing I thought when I saw a scared Timelord on a bed in a barn.